corporate America – My husband's poetry

Ten months

May 5, 2026

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in corporate America, Family, frustration, grief

Died, such a small word, but oh the weight it drags behind it. It has been ten months and the FAA finally released your personal effects. Your mother needed to sift through where zippers whispered confessions, smudged finger prints gave testimony you were alive. It seemed an invasion of your privacy and I refuse to…

‘Why Corporate America Can’t Fill Job Slots’

Aug 7, 2022

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cfblack

in corporate America

or ‘Post-COVID Management 101’ ================================== He checks his computer, Makes sure all the metrics Are met, Gets up to walk Past rows of cubicles Filled with loyal subjects, He likes the sound of laughter When he tells a joke, Their nods of subservience, And goes back to his cubicle, Muttering under his breath, “It’s good…

Through the broken glass

Sep 10, 2021

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, corporate America, covid, friends, Kindness

You have grown tired of sickness All the news, all the fake news and Graphs spinning in fractal mazes You want to sit with friends Say hi to strangers Enjoy music and poetry in a crowded room You want to attend workshops in person See peoples’ gears grind as they respond to prompts Wander aimlessly…

Somewhere

Aug 5, 2021

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cfblack

in corporate America, Kindness, Racial & Social justice

Somewhere is a human in the tourist trade Who smiles blandly, stares daggers into backs turned In denial of paying a living wage Somewhere work is viewed as fair trade And tax loopholes don’t translate vacations Into a business expense Somewhere those who don’t pay taxes Are incarcerated in the same gulag prisons That poor…

Fairy tale for billionaires

Aug 3, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, corporate America, humor

If when the beanstalk was cut down The giant fell on Jack His mother and their wretched little house We would know The name of the giant and Not a fleeing petty criminal 8-3-21

Dream #1,457 or Three Years, Eleven Months and Twenty-Seven Days

Nov 30, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, dreams, trauma, War & Politics

I dreamed he came running into my room Begging me to hide him; terrified, sweaty, breathing Hard as the girl running from an ugly death in the cemetery Of a horror movie. I said, relax your having a nightmare. It is probably All those late night burgers you eat; put down your phone and stop…

The Deep sleep

Oct 23, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, dreams, inflation money poverty, Racial & Social justice, violence

Dreams of people dying, I can’t help Padlocked chain link kennels full of people Mothers crying for children Children crying for mothers Everyone has gone deaf Woman gathered up to chain on top of pedestals Try desperately to be left the fuck alone Revving motors on private yachts and jets I helped buy and I…

Drowning in air

Jul 24, 2020

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, corporate America, Family, history, Racial & Social justice

Decades from now they’ll join ancestry.com hoping DNA matches explain why they don’t look like their family why aunts and uncles are hush hush and still they’ll love their adoptive families They’ll seek out birth families that have been looking for years praying for a miracle hear their momma died broken hearted in a barrio…

When the world became flat, again

Jul 2, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, frustration, history, ignorance, Racial & Social justice, violence

When the world became flat, again When science denial became in vogue When “the world’s equilibrium hath been upset” When billionaires received government assistance before the poor When separation of church and state became a lie When not paying taxes became a badge of honor When white supremacists crawled out of their holes When concentration…

for a friend who got furloughed yesterday

Apr 16, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, covid, for someone else, friends, frustration, inflation money poverty, Kindness

For all the unemployed fathers and mothers who have worked hard all their lives who worked two jobs and a side hustle who paid their taxes who send their kids to public schools who use public parks who believed in the American dream For all the children whose parents are putting their lives on the…

Category: corporate America